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Flexing
Hip-Hop/Rap
Flexing was released on July 4, 2025 by Sleepy da hitman as a part of the album SEVEN
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AlbumSEVEN
Release DateJuly 4, 2025
LabelSleepy da hitman
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM65

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Jerome Allen
Edward Jerome Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Speedybeatslikecrack
Speedybeatslikecrack
Producer

Lyrics

Speedy beats like crack
I stand on all ten man, I'm snapping this game, ain't no need to be extra
I look a man dead in his eye to see if he bout what he say or he flexin
Yeah, that **** be flexin, keep it real with me, that's all I ask of him
You already know what this macka do, **** jump out of them bushes like bamboo
I stand on all ten man, I'm snapping this game, ain't no need to be extra
I look a man dead in his eye to see if he bout what he say or he flexin
Yeah, that **** be flexin, keep it real with me, that's all I ask of him
You already know what this macka do, **** jump out of them bushes like bamboo
He tryna talk it out, ain't shit to talk about
Man, you fucked up, we gon' talk you out
I put my enemies close like my brother type shit
Man, you know what I'm talkin' bout
I am not into discussing no beef, I keep that shit on the top
Word to the wise, I'm close to your son
So you know it's up when I walk him down
I'm discussing way too much, how bout I switch it up, talk bout your bitch
The one with the long hair, pretty eyes, yellow complexion and thickness
While you at your workplace, I'm in her cervix, givin' her dick for a purpose
Just on the string of me wantin' to kill you, I bustin' her ass on purpose
Bitch, I die by my brother, just cause it died down doesn't mean that it's over
I know that went over your head, but bullets gon' fly until it's shit over
My mama, she tellin' me chill, I told her I can't cause it's killin' me slowly
Hot **** portray you and call you the homie and want you to die in the street
They blame it on blood cause he was too intoxicated to carry the heat
Well I got a question for you, tell me what happened to the shoes that he had on his feet
All the money he had in his wallet, I think it's about time you pay up the le fee
Cause somebody know a lil' somethin' and I do know that you know more than what you speak
I stand on all ten man, I'm stampin' this game, ain't no need to be extra
I look a man dead in his eye to see if he bout what he say or he flexin
Yeah, that **** be flexin, keep it real with me, that's all I ask of him
**** jump out of them bushes like peek-a-boo
I stand on all ten man, I'm stampin' this game, ain't no need to be extra
I look a man dead in his eye to see if he bout what he say or he flexin
Yeah, that **** be flexin, keep it real with me, that's all I ask of him
You already know what this macka do, **** jump out of them bushes like peek-a-boo
There's so many demons I had to release, I swear it's a blessing to still be here
There's so many **** I had to cut off, I couldn't take it to the new year
My circle as small as a cheerio, **** you see with me, yeah they as dangerous
I smile a lot so I don't click out and pop me a **** that talk a lot
These **** internet gangstas, but turn to police when it get real
I know a few **** personal, but I swear I kill them if they will
Life is too short to be fuckin' with **** that don't wanna see you go get it
I know some bitches that down for the cause, you can ask dirt about India Pauls
I bet they still ain't get it, it went over their head like a frisbee
Come on, try me, I'm not that friendly, I walk down on anything tryna portray me
I was brought up the hard way, 80s baby, so cracked through the 90s
The streets done raised me, seen a lot of murder in my younger time
It's hard to trust on a daily, I'm lovin' how we makin' money
But these **** chattin' patties, we don't talk the same
I trade the basic for a scatted daddy, why I charge him, we don't drive the same
I'm switchin' lanes in that wide body, make it hard for young **** to keep up
Sauce told me put that drip on him, get rich and throw my feet up
I'm standin' on ten man, I'm stampin' this game, ain't no need to be extra
I look a man dead in his eye, to see if he bought what he sell or he flexin
Yeah, that **** be flexin, keep it real with me, that's all I ask of you
You already know what this macka do, **** jump out of them bushes like King of Boom
I'm standin' on ten man, I'm stampin' this game, ain't no need to be extra
I look a man dead in his eye, to see if he bought what he sell or he flexin
Yeah, that **** be flexin, keep it real with me, that's all I ask of you
You already know what this macka do, **** jump out of them bushes like King of Boom
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Written by: Edward Jerome Allen
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